i don't mind compassion
If it had been any other night, if he had been any other kind of drunk, he probably would've hit on her. Instead he just kind of stares at her for a moment until there's only one woman in front of him. Then he sneers, lip curling back like a wild animal as he straightens himself up. "Fuck off." It's very heavily slurred and more of a growl than anything else.
His hand drops to his side for a moment but then he loses his balance again. He doesn't normally get this drunk this quickly. Either the bartender was loose with their alcohol or he forgot to factor altitude into it. Probably a little of both. "What'dya want? I ain't got nothing.. Well.. Gotta dick.." It's all he's good for really and he's not even that good either.
His hand drops to his side for a moment but then he loses his balance again. He doesn't normally get this drunk this quickly. Either the bartender was loose with their alcohol or he forgot to factor altitude into it. Probably a little of both. "What'dya want? I ain't got nothing.. Well.. Gotta dick.." It's all he's good for really and he's not even that good either.
just not on my dime
LOCKE
